User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/Mossflower Country & Beyond/@comment-3135907-20110806165405

At around 4:30 AM, the army begins awakening. By 6:00 they are on the march again, after their rations for the day have been passed out. The trip has been uneventful until...
 * Redfang and his Patrol are marching along ahead of the main army. They left much earlier, at about 5:00 AM, for scouting. They are about a quarter mile north of the main body and about to cross a stream when a ferret and a stoat leap in front of them. The stoat wields an evil-looking mace and chain, the ferret a club studded with thorn-like spines. "`Alt!" says the ferret aggressively. Redfang merely flinches. "Yeah, yew 'eard 'im," says the stoat. "So take yer puny gangs an' git outa here, afore yew git in deep water wid us!" A rat joins them, then another three. "Yah, so get outa our land!" Redfang smiles and turns to the ones he brought with him, a force numbering a dozen. The rest of his 50 or so scouts are at a small camp just over the dune behind him. "Wot d'we do with gabbin' loudmouths, mates?" he asks. They all hold up an assortment of spears, swords, clubs and chipped daggers. "We killem!" they shout. The rest of the patrol hear the "we killem"(which was actually a secret call for them to come aid) and rush over the dune, weapons at the ready.